Category: Whimsy?

A Tête-à-Tête

“I need to hold down a job. I need to now,” says Rahul. “Oh, all the things you humans tell yourselves to live a myth, a fucking imagined reality. You do realize you’re the rat in the maze, right? You do realize we want to die soon, right? So why the effort?” This voice is…

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Qaidi Number

In this air-conditioned lull, I find myself devoid of inspiration. This room is dangerous. This setting is putrid. If I forcefully tie my attention in holy matrimony to this chilling silence, I could hear the inaudible wails of ambition. Such “rock stars” we make. Well, the cubicle is a stage and weekly reviews are the…

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A Ride Away

Human rights violations? You can question its existence because the order of the day is social validation. Driver, where are we heading? Hello? Oh, I see vanity has taken the wheel. A mother sets the table after catering to the quotidian demands of life. She’ll probably get a “love you, mumma” on Mother’s Day, a…

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Rambling

I wither every day. I can feel the crinkle of dry leaves on my skin. It’s a silent autumn day in the cerebrum. Decay. Decay. Decay. I feel imprisoned. I feel misguided. I feel enlightened. I feel like lighting illusion on fire. Reality will never be enough. Purpose will never be enough. A higher dimension…

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How Are You?

Rahul’s a 26-year-old literature graduate. He works as a content writer, or at least tries to. Life’s stuck between taglines and writing words on top of words. The job description equals a sedentary life, and he ends sentences with prepositions. He’s not a fan of Shakespeare. Sue him. He can’t have sex. Maybe he doesn’t…

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